#depression

I Had a Black Dog, His Name was Depression | WHO Video Message of Hope

In collaboration with the World Health Organisation (WHO) to mark World Mental Health Day, writer and illustrator Matthew Johnstone tells the story of overcoming the “black dog of depression”. More information on the book can be found here: Matthew Johnstone 

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Depression and Hope – The Danny Baker Story

Today I read a post on the Good Men Project responding to condolences and queries around depression and the very sad news about the passing of the wonderful Robin Williams. Do go along and read it here.

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They also offer a free copy of the Danny Baker story here.

‘Recounting my struggle and eventual triumph over depression, I wrote it so that sufferers of the illness could realise they are not alone – that there are other people out there who have gone through the same excruciating misery, and who have made it through to the other side. I also wrote it so that I could impart the lessons I learned on the long, rocky, winding road that eventually led to recovery – so that people could learn from my mistakes as well as my victories – particularly with regards to relationships; substance abuse; choosing a fulfilling career path; seeking professional help; and perhaps most importantly, having a healthy and positive attitude towards depression that enables recovery. Multiple-bestselling author Nick Bleszynski has described it as “beautifully written, powerful, heartfelt, insightful and inspiring … a testament to hope.”’ 

Sign up for inspirational quotes by Danny Baker here – you are not alone.

See a previous post of mine about personal experience of a friend’s suicide and the story of Brad Warner. 

 

Inspiration | HardCore Zen | The Question of Suicide

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This post is inspired by someone I have deeply cared about, (and still deeply care about, who introduced me to Buddhist thinking) and whom I wrote about in Beatific Smile No Black and White. I was exploring and came across a poignant post by Brad Warner on Hardcore Zen. I have been thinking a lot about the Buddhist view of suicide and the first precept: “I undertake the training rule to abstain from taking life.” In an article on the Buddhist View on Suicide Brad talks of his own pain in a very honest way:

“I put a bunch of rope in the trunk of my car and drove out to the Gorge Metro Park, just down the street from where I lived. My plan was to carry that rope out as far away from people as I could, find a sturdy tree and do the deed. But when I stepped out of my car I saw some kids playing in the field right near the parking lot. I realized I could never find a spot far enough off the path where there wasn’t some chance a little kid out for a hike, or a young couple looking for a make-out spot, or an old man with a picnic basket and a picture of his late wife might find me. Then I thought about my mom and how bummed out she’d be if I killed myself. And I thought about my friend “Iggy” Morningstar who’d killed himself about ten years earlier and how I was still not over that. I put the rope back in the trunk and went home.”

A very valuable part of this article, is that Brad suggests one can see this impulse as the possibility to cut off your former life and go in a completely new direction, without destroying the body. Thank you Brad Warner.

For me, in thinking about the suicide of Brett, (never again that beatific smile), it seems that somehow one needs to get to rock bottom, where one is faced with the possibility of extinction to this life, or the possibility of a rebirth to a new life within this life, (a kind of triumph, in my daughter’s words). Brett was a person of extreme contradictions. He wanted to become a Buddhist monk in India, when I first met him. Together we tried to actualise the best possibilities offered to us, by creating a Reiki Healing Centre, (The Arura Reiki Centre, pictured in the photograph in my previous post) and a shop called Padme. Brett became a JKD instructor and had the opportunity to actualise his positive potentialities. Sadly this was not to be.

Brett became involved in VIP protection and work with taxi anti-violence in KwaZulu-Natal, (a business fraught with danger and death). He moved so far from his positive self that I think it was hard for him to see his inner nature. Carrying arms and working in conditions of extreme violence, including tours to Iraq, just moved him into a world from which I don’t think he could return. I remember how he lived in ZuluLand, with others in this unit, with arms lying everywhere. He found it hard to live within society, he had kind of moved into a fringe shadow world.

Some of my greatest sadness is that I only heard about his passing via the grapevine. Only yesterday, did I find an Obituary for him published in the Sunday Tribune of March, 2007. The sharp pain I felt yesterday when I found this, has traveled into today. I felt a strong need to write about it. He left behind my three daughters, who never had the possibility to reconcile many of the things which happened, as Brett spiraled into deeper and deeper depression and despair. He left behind too, a young daughter and wife, as well as his father and mother and sister.

Who can know what happens in “the dark night of the soul?” Eckhart Tolle has this to say: “It is a term used to describe what one could call a collapse of a perceived meaning in life…an eruption into your life of a deep sense of meaninglessness.  The inner state in some cases is very close to what is conventionally called depression.  Nothing makes sense anymore, there’s no purpose to anything.” See Eckhart Teachings.

As Brad says, our thoughts about what WE could have done differently in these circumstances, are just thoughts. We like to organise our thinking. Somehow, some people just can’t turn things around that way Brad speaks about and the way he did for himself. He points here, to the importance of a rebirth in this life, the possibility of going in a totally different direction.

In all things we can just try to be kind and to take care. To anyone who has felt this way, take good care, it is always possible to go in a different direction and grow into a rebirth in this life. There is always the possibility of a new dawn.

My wish for Brett, may he find peace. So far did he travel from the picture of us with our precious teacher, Geshela Damcho, in my earlier post. Thank you Brett, for the introduction to the Dharma and for teaching me Reiki. Thank you again, Brad Warner, for sharing your story and valuable point of view.

Let me end with something beautiful, a murmuration:

Image purchased at Creative Market.